"Do you remember what I showed you last week?"
The fledgling nodded to the warrior, standing in the same position she did every time she prepared for a fight, though her skill could still do with some refinement, if it really came down to it they would gladly have her fighting at their back.
Nisroc smiled at the fledgling standing before him, "Then show me.", he fell into his own stance and waited to see which one of them would throw the first move. When she remained as still as she was he came to the conclusion that she was waiting for him to make his first, she was a smart little fledgling, and he swiped at her with the wooden sword. She met his swing with the end of her own wooden sword, spun their weapons around, and his sword was thrown from his grip.
She fell back into her fighting stance, knowing never to stop until her opponent stopped, and he held his hands up in the sign of peace and sat back on the ground.
"You are a force to reckon with little one."
"I know."
He smiled, "And we're very modest, I see."
"It's a curse."
They would never tell the archangel of their meetings but sometimes they were sure that he knew more then he let on he did. Though he never said anything so they didn't either. The fledgling threw her sword aside and jumped on him, throwing them both back, fledgling sitting on the mighty Power's chest.
"I win!"
"You cheated."
"Still a win."